Downstairs Val sat in the relaxing in the white claw-foot bathtub that was part of the suite that was now hers. She had found it surprising that the production company that was behind the TV show that she was now working for had sprung for such a hotel room for her.
As she lay back in the bath she noticed that she now had fair skin rather than what she had before. That was going to take a little getting used to she thought but she would manage. There was a caddy or tray across the tub which held several bottles, she couldn’t remember what was in all of them but she knew at least one of them was a bubble bath which she had poured into the bath before she had pulled her light blonde hair back in a loose bun and climbed in.
That had been about 30 minutes ago, she knew it was almost time to grab one of the folded towels from the caddy that was at the bottom of the bath and get ready for the day ahead. She picked up the small pen and began to write. She had found it strange at first to be able in English but as time had gone on it had become less strange.
Time to work out what to do next She thought. I need to stop Hyun-Hee from worrying about the flight tonight among other things.
Upstairs
Hyun-Hee sat on her bed wearing the same light blue, pinstriped, oversized men's style shirt, that she had worn to bed the night before. Her legs were crossed at the knees. Her expression is calm and somewhat pensive. She knew that she needed to talk to someone before the concert that night and that it was important but at that moment she could not remember who she needed to talk to or why.
She assumed that this was because she had just got out of bed. Well, almost, or perhaps it was to do with that strange dream. A dream that refused to fade from her mind that morning but right now she needed to get breakfast as Mi-Ok had told her otherwise it would be gone.
"시리얼을 놓치고 싶지 않아. 내가 빨리 안 되면 영미가 다 가져갈 거야." (I don't want to miss out on the cereal. If I'm not quick enough, Youngmi will get it all.) She said again in perfect Korean.
She stopped for a moment why would it be strange for her to speak Korean but for some unknown reason, it was. She would work this out later grabbed a pair of shorts and went to get her breakfast.
Back downstairs
Val had left the bath and had picked out her outfit for the day ahead. It was a black short-sleeved blouse with a pleated front, a short black skirt, black opaque tights or stockings, and a black pair of high-heeled shoes.
She was about to turn to finish what she had been writing in the small book that had been next to the tub but was stopped as her phone began to ring.
“I wonder who that is.” She said as she went to pick up her phone which was on the dresser in front of her.
“Hello?”
